The reposeful silence threatened to lull us back to sleep. The trance-inducing ticking of the clock above the teacher's desk in the front only served as a constant reminder that it was 8:13 in the fucking morning. Senior year. Monday History class. And it was one of the hardest tests of the year. A tediously in-depth examination of the aftermath of World War II. A fun topic normally, but made impossibly abstruse by Mr. Lewandowski. In hindsight it becomes pretty understandable that teachers thought it was a prank. A coordinated effort to get out of class.
For years after I was gone, off to college, even after that, the boys of the school immortalized the date. Celebrating it every year. Calling it 'Oh-Day'. A day for teasing girls behind teachers' backs. Moaning in the middle of classes. I never intended it, but honestly it sounds hilarious.
The girls involved secretly loved it. An exhilarating pleasure they'd never felt before. An unexplained series of sensations that left them helplessly aroused right in the middle of class. Even the stuck-up teacher's pet learned to lighten up and enjoy herself after the events of that day.
No one ever really figured out exactly what happened, never suspected I was behind it all. And thank God. I don't know why I got so reckless that day. I mean, I was usually so careful back then, so hesitant to use my power around people I know. Usually avoiding sticky situations like this. But it was just one of those days I guess. I couldn't take it anymore.
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Someone's stomach gurgles. Someone snickers at the noise. Pencils scratching away at paper. It's so goddamn quiet, I'm practically worried people will hear my thoughts. Because I'm definitely not thinking about this test.
How could I? Right as I had entered the class, on the way to my desk in the back, I walked past Alyssa. The girl that sits in front of me every day. The hottest girl in class. My biggest crush. She had just sat down, was getting settled, and her Catholic plaid skirt caught on her seat. Her legs were open slightly, and I saw way up her thighs before she adjusted herself.
Now I'm just sitting here with that image burned into my brain, ten minutes into this damn test, still staring at the first stupid question.
I keep glancing up at the back of her head in front of me. She leans back. Her straight, light brown hair nearly whipping me in the face like it always does. She's the type of girl who has to make a whole thing out of putting her hair up, stretching and showing off as she ties most of it into her cute, signature ponytail that leaves silky strands draping down on either side of her face.
God, these desks are so small, she's so close. Smells so fucking good. Her tall, lean body begging to get grabbed from behind. Her polo uniform shirt hugs her athletic form tightly. The soft white cotton clinging to her perky little tits and elegant curves. Shit, now I have a boner. I try to focus on something else to get my mind off her. I notice another girl, Jade, in the row next to us. Her legs. Perfect creamy skin. Fuck. This test is never happening.
I could so easily take everything I want right now. Freeze everyone and explore the class to my heart's content. But I have to refrain. It's so easy to get carried away, make mistakes. It ends badly sometimes. Just last month, a girl from my math class switched schools after freaking out so much in the middle of class from what I secretly did to her. No one knew what happened, but I can't keep being so careless.
But as I stare at Alyssa's exposed neck now, my dick pulses under my desk.
Fuck it. I look around to make sure no one's looking, and then I gaze at the clock on the wall above the chalkboard. I concentrate, straining. The hand on the clock slows. A dude next to me starts to yawn loudly... But he never stops, the sharp intake of breath becomes a drawn-out hiss. The clock stops. And the world goes silent. The slight ringing in my ears and my thumping heart are the only sounds remaining. I glance around and smile.
My eyes examine every detail of my surroundings. I need to make a mental note of the position of everything. Need to return everything to where it was before I start time again. Or at least close enough that people can think they imagined any slight differences.
I try to remain patient, pace myself. I've got plenty of time after all. But my heart is racing, my breathing heavy with anticipation. The excitement of being able to do anything I want is overwhelming. That girl over there. And that girl too. And Alyssa. Mine for as long as I want.
"I can't take it. I've waited too long for this. Come here," my voice echoes through the silent room full of people that can't hear me as I reach forward and grab Alyssa's ponytail, pulling her toward me. With time stopped, she moves a bit easier than she would normally. Her back arches over the desk connected to my seat. Holding her head in both hands, turning her face up and to the side, I lean forward and immediately maul her with my mouth, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. As if I own her.
I taste her soft lips, coated in girly lipgloss that gives her a juicy look. My tongue driving straight into her mouth, swirling around and violating her. So this is what it's like to make out with Alyssa! Her perfect, model-like features patiently allowing the treatment. Posture frozen exactly where I position her. Her piercing green eyes stare blankly, surrounded by sexy black makeup that comes to little winged points at the end to give her an edgy, striking appearance. Clearly against our Catholic school uniform policy, but she gets away with it. I kiss and lick all across her face. Her lightly tanned skin, a bit shiny with the perfect amount of sparkly makeup. The tiny spattering of cute little freckles on her cheeks. Damn, she even tastes good. The hottest girl in the class, just leaning back casually. Oblivious to what I'm doing to her.
